Love in the time of Skype

The imprint
of your lips,
like dew on
your luminous
display...

Your's and
mine, tethered
by cabled entrails.

My longing
fingers touch
cold glass,
but alas,
screen
is not skin.

Anirban Kapil Baishya (24/10/2013)

Kiss (In Absentia)

Night,a glass of wine
red like your lips,
touches mine...

I suck like a bee,
to taste what is
left, a memory
somewhere deep
inside of me.


Anirban Kapil Baishya (2/9/2013)

Bulb (Little D's Song)

You are it,
that and the what
and a brilliant
thousands watts...
watts that shine,
reflecting, sheer
synergy of being.
Without you, there's
just cold circuitry,
and an infinite,
lonely darkness.

Anirban Kapil Baishya (16/3/2013)

Godsize

Second, minute,
Hour, week,
month and year...
mortal bindings
for little man.

Exit flesh, exit scar
exit wound...every
thing is small.
Transcend!
Trance end...

Anirban Kapil Baishya (13/2/2013)

Deadline

every day done
is like a 
knife scratching
on the tally 
marks of the 
flesh of the 
month...

Anirban Kapil Baishya (8/2/2013)

Amputation

So this
is how it is.
My shadow limb...

I can still
feel my leg
that isn't there
(recently chopped
and dumped in the trash).

But my fingers
can't find the
spot where it itches...

Just a bleeding,
festering scab where
it used to be.

Anirban Kapil Baishya (17/10/2012)

Bullet Point Love

August company

• I 
• Love
• You

For the death of me.

Anirban Kapil Baishya (4/9/2012)